Young B.I.C
I was blind now I see

I want real joy.
I want real peace.
Not when things come and when things leave.
Cuz when it all falls down, who you gone be.
Cuz when it all falls apart, who you gone be.

I was born in the Mil.
Remember them nights had to sleep with no meal.
I listen to satan and I started to steal.
Cold nights with a jacket to deal.
Evil thoughts in my head popping pills.
Man, that struggle was real.
Man, that struggle was real.
I wanted to kill
I wanted to drill
I called up cuz and I copped me a piece.
I was broke with no clothes, and nothing to eat.
All I had on my mind was serving the streets.
Weight!
Coke!
That life that I live was no joke!
God saved me from things you don’t know!
He gave me joy for pain in my soul!

Dead man walking I was close to my grave.
You think that you’re free but you’re really a slave.
No wonder you say that you’re stuck in your ways.
You think that you got it....